Dear Daughter
Hello, my love. My little heartbeat. My answered prayer wrapped in tiny fingers. This is my first letter to you in almost a year — the first time my pen has dared to linger on paper since the days when you lived quietly beneath my heart. The last time I wrote about you, you were still a secret miracle growing inside my womb. Now you are here — breathing, laughing, stretching your little hands into my world and rearranging it completely. This letter is my confession. There are truths a mother fears she may one day forget how to say. Emotions that time might soften. Words that might not return with the same fire they burn with today. So I am writing them now — while they are still raw, still tender, still alive in my chest. My daughter, you are the bravest decision I have ever made. You arrived at a time when my career was blossoming, when financial independence was no longer a dream but a reality I was tasting for the first time. I had found stability. I had found momentum. ...